eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
Aurelia shifts slightly, at the notion of 'hope'. "Of course I have hope," she says defensively, but whatever aggravation Wessex might have conjured diminishes into reluctant admittance, "but it feels naive... There was magic in my world, yes. With it, a lot was possible. Even casting me out of my own existence," she bites back more bitter edges and sighs, "but it wasn't appreciated, to say the least. Long story short - magic was outlawed because of a catastrophic war, long before my time. My family and I never got involved with it. Or at least, I didn't until I came here. Not of my own accord, necessarily, but things here work... differently." Which is a given, though she does feel a need to emphasize that. "I've come to accept a lot of things I never thought I could." A faint smile shimmers through the depression of their conversation, though it's soon gone.
Wessex's puff of breath is all Aurelia needs in answer. The explanation isn't ignored, of course, but she can't help regretting to ask already. Even if Wessex seems to think it's worth a shot. It is, but Aurelia is afraid of what the answer might mean for herself. She's accepted a lot, yes, but would she be able to accept a definitive 'no' to the possibility of her sisters ever arriving here? She's unsure.
"If there's a reason the Voice brought me here, I still don't know what that is," she shifts, almost uncomfortably, half-grimacing, "I've also... sort of put myself in Safrin's corner recently. Don't know if I should go mixing myself up between the Old and New Gods, considering... the tension between them." She eyes Wessex then, silently wondering how the demigod of the Voice is dealing with those things. Putting that question to words is more difficult, however, considering she feels like an outsider looking in.
Wessex's puff of breath is all Aurelia needs in answer. The explanation isn't ignored, of course, but she can't help regretting to ask already. Even if Wessex seems to think it's worth a shot. It is, but Aurelia is afraid of what the answer might mean for herself. She's accepted a lot, yes, but would she be able to accept a definitive 'no' to the possibility of her sisters ever arriving here? She's unsure.
"If there's a reason the Voice brought me here, I still don't know what that is," she shifts, almost uncomfortably, half-grimacing, "I've also... sort of put myself in Safrin's corner recently. Don't know if I should go mixing myself up between the Old and New Gods, considering... the tension between them." She eyes Wessex then, silently wondering how the demigod of the Voice is dealing with those things. Putting that question to words is more difficult, however, considering she feels like an outsider looking in.
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